Eat Dirt Poems - Poems about Eat Dirt

...This is in reference to fraternities and sororities who participate and initiates hazing. Recently a young, black male was killed during a hazing incident while trying to become a member of a frater......

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...If you are squeamish you may not be ready to be a mother babies are messy and smelly their odors are horrible they spit up and squirt out your clothes will never be the same toddlers eat dirt......

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...casting shade on food security~ let them eat dirt......

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...I have lost a lot of friends A lot of my friends from back then Time has stolen them from me I am not even certain Of how they met their end ‘ But you specifically Do you remember In Nursery ......

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...If I could have just one desire maybe multiples of sevens I would swallow my pride place it inside Up Chuck spew out the spoonful of defoul on a tablespoon sprinkle it with......

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...Aunt BeMah had complex of “worst scenario”. No matter what happened she would be screaming “oh, no!” If you fell down on cement and skinned your knee, She would scream about a cancer possibility......

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...Proud Mica I mustn’t go inside For I will die Though forbidden I dig for mica, A shimmery crystalline rock Resembling thin mirror glass I bare scars From scraping the ceiling inside......

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...An awful stench is circulating in the air erupting dark clouds everywhere Rough waves moving backward casting doubts and hammering fear Muddy water gushing down the dirty stream disrupting an......

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...My feet drowned water My fingers ate dirt My mouth failed filth  My heart beat yours While trying to kick habits You silenced my life  Suffocated spring r......

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...Baby, You're not mine I'm not giving you the time I'm too busy writing my lines in sweetness sublime Baby, Get away I don't want to play With Your sandbox of toys Your mommy took away I'll......

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...Temporary housing for the quick and the dead, Lucky ones get to leave on occasion But nothing is certain and medicine an art. Life’s a vacation from hospital beds, The one you are born in, The o......

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...I stand within these walls of comfort, Called freedom. While in every corner of this world, My siblings die. Brothers and sisters of earth, Struggling for hope. My vagabond mind wanders in circles......

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...I grew up in Middletown, where everything was pretty much average. Every house, every car, every mom, dad and every kid were all just about the same. Except for Paul Locke. Paul was th......

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...I can't believe in Haiti they eat dirt cookies,  But have you heard that on the news or in the latest movies?  Those people are relying on the rain, To help grow their grain,  When we're just was......

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...I stand within these walls of comfort, Called freedom. While in every corner of this world, My siblings die. Brothers and sisters of earth, Struggling for hope. My vagabond mind wanders in circle......

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